OathKeeper Chapter 5: A Spark of Change, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

A lot of Aaron's powers are based on Merlin BBC, that style of magic is the best for non divine beings... just saying.

The Hunters, Medea and Styx inspired this... and I am so proud of it.

The first thing Aaron did when he made his first camp was kneel before the fire he made and focus with all his might. "Gods above and below. For three years, I learned of magic, of the might of the gods." What he did not say was that Agnes' shop blocked the gods' gaze, so they could not intervene or hear them saying their name. That was an easy spell to learn, oddly enough. "I need guidance, to find myself, my path. Allow me the means to find myself, power and the essence of family that I have never had." Then, as he finished his prayer, he tossed in a powerful healing potion, an offering and sacrifice. "Take this, and lead me through the world around me."

The world shifted them, the fire burned bright, but nothing came of it.

Frustrated, he pooled his magic into his voice, and started to call cast a spell, one that would magnify his voice through the spirit winds and allow those that could hear him to hear him loudly. It wasn't in words, so much, as intent. One of the few spells that did not require a verbal spell, sort of like charmspeech. He felt the words echo through the world, sinking into the fire and rippling throughout the world.

"Please, help me matter. Give me purpose. Hear my call and respond. Lead me onward... I am ignorant of the world and seek assistance in finding my way. I have no one to guide me. I am tired of being alone, I am tired of walking without a reason. Please, help me!"

And this time, before he could process it, he felt his voice be heard just as his potion faded from the fire and he knew, just knew, that help was on it's way.

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In the depths of Tartarus, in the crevices hidden from all, a pool of divine ichor swirled in anguish. 'Forgotten, Lost... FORGOTTEN!' Over and over the words spread around it, filling the air with meager divine might. 'Need more, need power, need remembrance...' It said next, and then as if in response to it's prayers, it's needs, a voice echoed around it, sinking into it's essence.

The words, so filled with passion and the sweet taste of magic, shivered through the pool of ichor and it knew it's name once more.

"Helios... I am Helios..."

The simple acceptance of it's name, his name, rendered the fog on it's mind almost mute. Something that allowed the pool to move toward the potion that appeared by it's body. Sinking into it, Helios absorbed the magic, the magic's strength was nothing special but Helios could feel it's essence. Strength, intelligence, and passion. It's power spread through his hellish state, and he knew complete clarity and felt the boy's mystical prayer, his situation and why he so desperately called upon aid.

"He calls to me... an anchor... to heal... to return..." and with that, Helios made his choice. "If he becomes my Champion, then I can pull myself free of this place... and one day save Selene... hmm... but it must be fast, less my kin take claim of the boy first." Drawing all of his power together, he linked to the small, minute connection born of magical prayer, and sent to the boy the tinniest of embers. A spark of divine power that flew through their connection, through and past Tartarus and the Earth. With it, should the boy accept it, Helios could connect and lead the boy to a world of purpose.

And himself to freedom... Two paths, one for each of them. Helios had never been one to ignore mortals, he saw and knew too much to ignore them. No... this was a perfect chance. No gods to take from him, no arrogant creatures like demigods already linked to gods. This boy, he craved all Helios could give, and so much more. He was a perfect, ally, target...and Helios would ensure he was paid in full.

And then, literally magically, Helios felt the boy's simple, sweet acceptance and he knew. Just knew, that his plans could very well work.

He could taste his freedom already.

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Aaron shivered, not from cold but from the spark of divine energy rose from the fire, fluttering toward him until it touched him, soul deep. He knew then, without a doubt, that a god or titan had answered his call. Their energy linked to his, yet it miles upon miles away.

"Thank you, whoever you are... thank you for entrusting me with this." He bowed. "Agnes taught me how to honor the gods. I have little to give, but I will make you an offering each day, as often as I can...but may I know your name, so I know who to make said offerings to?'

The voice that whispered through his mind was faint, but still strong enough for him to hear it.

'Helios...'

And with that, he smiled back at the fire. "Thank you, Lord Helios... I will never, ever forget this."

And so he went to sleep, finally hoping to get purpose, family and power... everything he wanted, needed and so much more.

From the realm of her hateful, polluted waters, Styx opened her eyes. "Helios... was that... finally, finally! My enforcer, I thought you long god... my Sweet friend. I feared you would never be here, never come back to us, to me. My river, so damaged by the essence of shattered dreams, broken oaths, it needs you. We need you, my friend. I missed you, for eons..."

Styx wanted to cry, only Pallas her husband knew that she could and would cry at such a thing so she let the tears fall.

"Please, however you wish to return, do it, and do it fast. I am not sure, even with my all power and durability, that I can survive much more of the damage... and if I die, the oaths the gods are breaking without your enforcing, will be allowed for Mortals and all will fall into Chaos. Please my friend, hurry!"

And so she waited, for the day and the time that her powerful friend would return to her side once more.

Chapter end, this was a huge chapter.

I have been planning on this forever, and mixed with another scene it will be amazing.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.